Chapter 8 Hot Roommate 5

• Anna.
• The sizzling fries echo around the kitchen. I hiss when the oil touches me, burning my skin.
• It’s already been two weeks since Ledger and I became roommates but we've never seen each other.
• He's always cooped up in his room, same thing with me. I mean, what are we going to be discussing? Books? Hockey?
• Hell, I don’t know but I crave to see him, talk with him. You know, bond with him like roommates do.
• ‘Are you sure you want it like roommates do?’ The voice in my head says and I turn red immediately.
• That’s true though. I mean, since I have Ledger as my roommate, I’m always horny as fuck.
• Every night, I go to bed touching myself to the thoughts of him.
• Fuck, he has delicious red lips, I want to taste them. His sinewy arms make me wish he’ll use them on me.
• Maybe trail his fingers into my watery pussy and tease me to oblivion.
• Holy cow, my bare pussy is now full of juices. It’s drenching my upper thighs.
• I love cooking but since the start of this semester, this is my first time cooking, and thanks to Lizzy’s advice.
• When I told her Ledger and I don’t see nor talk to each other, she asked me if he has a girlfriend. I said no.
• Well because I’ve never seen him with any woman before.
• ‘Maybe he does but doesn’t wanna bring her home, don’t you think?’
• I groan at the sound of that voice again. I hate that harsh truth. I mean, it’s impossible a guy as handsome as Ledger doesn’t have a girlfriend that gives him mind-blowing sex.
• Lizzy then told me to cook for him because that would make him talk to me. And that’s me carrying out my friend's advice.
• The fries make a pop sound, dragging me out of my thoughts and I hiss.
• With a grit to my teeth, I turn the sizzling fries and focus back on cutting the vegetables.
• Beads of sweat form on my forehead and I flip it off with my handkerchief I kept on the counter.
• I was just about to pick up the knife again and continue chopping the vegetables when a voice came from behind me.
• “Hey!”
• I gasp and turn around with a curse. My hand clutches my chest as I watch Ledger standing by the kitchen’s doorframe with his sexy, silky, shaggy hair.
• Heat blooms inside me and my shock suddenly turns to attraction and intense want.
• My heart tap-dances and my lips curl up in a greeting smile. “Hi…”
• We silently stare at each other.
• Why is he looking at me so intently? I think to myself as I melt under his soft gaze.
• Fuck, when I figure out his eyes are tracking my nipples, they turn hard, poking against my dress.
• What the hell? Is he attracted to me too?
• “Ahem!” Ledger clears his throat, gaining my attention. “I see you’re cooking….”
• “Ah, yes. I am. Would you like to try?” My smile is bright and elegant and I’m almost on my tippy toes as he looks at me.
• “Actually, I’m allergic to fries. Thanks but I’ll try your food next time, I’ve a match to meet up with.” He scratches his hair, smiling apologetically at me.
• When the front door slams shut behind him, my frozen smile fades, replaced by frustration.
• Hell, the way he outright rejected my offer shows he has a girlfriend or girlfriend. Given my plus size? A guy as handsome as Ledger will want someone slim and hot like Lizzy.
• Saddened, I put off the stove and head into the hallway with a sigh. But I pause from going into my room when I find out Ledger’s room is open.
• Of course, curiosity gets the best of me and I sneak inside. The first thing that hits my nose is his cedarwood scent. It lingers everywhere in the room, making my clit tingle.
• His room is totally masculine with four poster bed. Its undertone is navy blue. It’s a little tousled with his worn shirt crumpled on the bed.
• His Jean trouser is anchored by the standing mirror, and when I look at myself in the mirror, I realize the reason Ledger gave me that hard, longing look.
• My nightgown is literally short, just a shy away from revealing my bare ass and pussy. My large breasts are creamy and plucking out from the tight bodice of the gown.
• I look sexy but did Ledger find me sexy?
• Did he get horny at the look of me?
• “Uhhhh!!” I groan, hot and horny for his touch.
• I bet I’m going to go crazy if he mistakenly touches me.
• ‘Stop being delusional, Anna.’ The voice in my head echoes with a taunt lingering in it.
• I move away from the mirror with a sigh until my eyes land on the bedpost where Ledger’s red boxer is hanging on.
• A lazy smile finds my lips as I scoot over and grab it. Reflexively, I dip my nose in the underside of his boxer and sniff.
• “Jeez, this is heaven. His musky scent is superb. I wanna smell more.” I tell myself excitedly as I jump onto his bed.
• Leaning on the headboard, I bring the boxer to my nose again and smell.
• I find the slimy precum on it and scroll my finger over it. My mouth water as I lick his musk.
• “Oh. Shit. He tastes amazing.” I murmur, swallowing the content.
• I guess he masturbated with his boxer, I say to myself and the thought makes me smile.
• “Fuck, this is going to be useful now,” I speak to the fabric in my hand before parting my thighs.
• My pussy juts out, hungrily fluttering like a bird’s wings. My clit is turgid, seeking a passionate tongue action and deft fingers.
• With a start, I flick my clit, and a popping sound erupts around me. I bubble with laughter at the touch.
• Slipping my eyes closed, I continue sniffing him, moaning and riding the fingers I kept at my sex.
• I rock my clit into my fingers, imagining Ledger’s cock rocking shamelessly over it. I imagine him tugging the flesh of my full clit in his mouth, causing me to moan while shivers rocket down my spine.
• The pleasure isn’t too much but it can serve me for now.
• I play with myself, smelling his boxer briefs, touching my channel.
• It becomes too much that I perch two fingers together, wanting to sink it inside and that’s when I hear the howl coming from the door.
• “What the fuck?”
• Stunned, I gather my thighs together, shock rippling through me as my widened eyes lock with Ledger’s.
• Hell, I thought he already left? I think as my cheeks burn with shame.
• My heart jump-starts when Ledger strides into the room. His eyes are pinned between my closed legs.
• When the bed dips as he climbs onto it, I know I’m doomed.
• “You’re touching yourself on my bed?” He snarls, gazing at me.
• “Listen, Ledger…” I stutter. I don’t know what the fuck to say.
• Should I lie or tell the truth about my hunger for his touch? For his dick?
• However, before I can conclude, Ledger tugs firmly at my legs, fluttering them open with fluid grace.
• I gasp, muttering. “Ledger!”
• He looks up at me and smirks evilly. “I guess, my mouth will work better, baby girl.”
• At that, Ledger traces a straight wet line through my slit.
• TBC.